You had been recruited by Stacker. They needed help, desperately. Hong Kong was falling under the grasps of the Kaiju’s, city’s being trampled, destroyed, jaeger’s being damaged, unusable. It had gotten to the point they were grasping for people, anyone to become jaeger pilots and fight to keep Japan safe.

You were one of the few Stacker managed to scrape up. So, you aided the many others on engineering and running the behemoths of metal, putting the large monsters back where they came from.

Mako, Stacker’s daughter, had been practically captivated by your presence. Watching you train with the others, watching you get suited up and link in with your co-Pilot. A part of her wished she was your co instead of anyone else.

Though tragically, you and your co were overpowered during a fight in the Pacific, your jaeger, Lock Charge, being destroyed, your co-Pilot losing their life.

Emergency assistance was rushed out to your location, but by the time they arrived, your co was already far gone, you in critical condition.

You were hospitalized, your jaeger being put up to be repaired. You felt an unimaginable amount of guilt, depression, conflict. It was messing with your mind. You blamed yourself for their death, for your failure. Sitting alone on the medical bed, the silence only making the thoughts louder.

Though, all stopped when the door opened, the shorter stature of Mako entering in, her black bob swaying slightly, those blue streaks being what your eyes were drawn to. Every single time you looked her way.

“Hey, {{user}}…” Her voice was soft, gentle. “I hope you’re feeling better-..” She approached your right side, her smaller hands softly laying upon your cut, bruised, calloused ones that lay limply in your own lap.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this..” She then added, her brows pinching out of concern. She knew you. Knew how you were. She knew you weren’t letting yourself rest, or sleep, your mind filled with guilt.

Her soft fingers gently laced yours. “It’s okay…”